Away

Softly she enters the path into wood Dressed in summer's white linen, black hat unband Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood In bloom today trees ..dogwoods, cottonwood She carries her butterfly net in hand Softly she enters the path into wood Tiny little girls become sisterhood Drawn to nature are they, bugs, blooms, and Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood She spies butterflies in the thick hardwood Escape today, play her spirit's demand Softly she enters the path into wood Away from the creekside where sometimes flood Away into the scary woods not planned Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood Away she goes into the deep away Stray away from everyday dismay Softly she enters the path into wood Toddlers follow, these of her motherhood